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Blasphemous Bazaar


META-Poems For A New Millennium

<br>META-Poems For A New Millennium<br><br>

The Flagship of Anti-Poetry — est. 2010





Twilit Language (Mythic May Vol. 4)

Author's Note: In the parlance of Tantra, "Twilight Language" refers to a symbolic system of speech often employed by adepts when composing songs or poetry meant to induce heightened awareness for the uninitiated.



Twilit Language


Somewhere along an illimitable span of Being / the cosmic serpent became acutely aware of its own resplendent plumage / wrapped up in fractal-rainbow wings / preoccupied by Self / placed eyes on every scale / admiring each contour from myriad angles / vigilant in vanity!

{ During that night obscurity hid the moon from plain sight. Its absence called little  attention to the studded firmament above, yet echoed within the fibers of many a sentient soul. It offset narrow views as tremors pulsated through both inner and outer space.  Thus, Great Serpens arose, making a sound which was UN-STRUCK. Flourishing in a thousandfold ascent! }

Ask: who is it that passes nigh? / sowing furtive expectations / down corridors of remorse / hope tunnels toward redemption / Eros no more a slave to Psyche / foam on wavelengths of vibration / time may be a desert and we might be but stones—nonetheless—let it be known / that these sands absorb the sun / just like the sea swallows its shoals / awareness self-illumined / at such depths...

 
Image: Cipactli by Jack L. Morris

The Four Tezcatlipocas (Mythic May Vol. 3)

The Four Tezcatlipocas

Aztec legends relate that Ometeotl
———Lord and Lady pair
———the original creator
Had four sons who sat at each corner of our young cosmos.
These newborn deities were dubbed Tezcatlipoca (smoking mirrors)
Not unlike the veil of illusion, which the Hindu Vedas call Maya.

To the East stood Quetzalcoatl; Feathered Serpent, whose face shone white.
From deep South came Huitzilopochtli; Hummingbird Sorcerer and blue-faced warrior. 
Westward arrived Xipe Totec; Flayed Lord of agriculture whom bore a bloody visage.
From far North came Tezcatlipoca proper; black in aspect and with a dark soul to match.

Back then, the Earth was covered by primordial waters where a crocodile named Cipactli swam.
Black Tezcatlipoca even lost a leg to Cipactli when he was trying to seed the planet
So the four brothers made an aquatic god (Tlaloc) and goddess (Chalchiuhtlicue) to reign over the deeps.
Tamed by these siblings, the oceans receded and dry land was then populated with giants.

During the first age Tezcatlipoca himself became the sun, but his light was far too dim.
Quetzalcoatl could not tolerate his poor lighting and so knocked him out of the sky.
Incensed———Tezcatlipoca unleashed a horde of mighty Jaguars into the world.
Since night had befallen, the giants of that first age were hunted to extinction!

In the second age Quetzalcoatl beamed from above, having created a new folk.
His people were not very tall but over time they began thinking too highly of themselves.
Because they took the gods for granted, Tezcatlipoca turned them into monkeys.
Disliking their transformation, Quetzalcoatl descended as Lord Huracan (the hurricane) and blew them all away!

A third age dawned during which Tlaloc rose to illuminate the days of another race.
Unfortunately, Tezcatlipoca moved in on his wife Xochiquetzal, the goddess of love.
Seeing this made Tlaloc jealous and he refused to irrigate any crops down below.
Everybody cried out for relief from this dreadful drought but rather vengeful, Tlaloc hailed fire instead!

Consequently, Earth needed to be remade in the fourth age from the third era's ashes.
Hence, Chalchiuhtlicue ascended to give off her luminescence.
Yet ever a scoundrel, callous Tezcatlipoca accused her of vainglory.
Heartbroken by his persistent critique, that world was drowned in her divine tears!

Finally, Quetzalcoatl descended to the Earth's core as big black ant and retrieved grains of sacred corn.
Dousing them with his own blood, he created humankind as we know ourselves.
Meanwhile warlike Huitzilopochtli arose to heaven and became a fifth sun.
Then Tezcatlipoca convinced us that bloodletting should be our repayment...

Wars raged upon Terra Firma for millennia in the name of one god or another.
Quetzalcoatl vanished, betrayed by his evil twin brother, yet vowing to return.
Xipe Totec's veins were gradually drained by bloodthirsty inhumanity.
Sanctity is nowhere to be seen now since cynical people shun any gods whatsoever.

However, Huitzilopochtli is also a patron of the arts and he desires Metanoia.
If we can transcend life's rigors through sheer artistry then there still may be hope left for us.
Only such Toltec artisans could summon Quetzalcoatl and might even revive Xipe Totec.
Otherwise, cruel Tezcatlipoca surely has many more upheavals in store for us during the sixth sun called Tonatiuh.

Midnight Kensho & Makyo TV (Mythic May Vol. 2)

Kensho: A Zen term indicating insight into the nature of one's own being———sometimes contrasted with permanent absorption into Satori (enlightenment).

Makyo: Hallucinations that arise naturally during the course of meditative practice.

Mudra: Ritual hand-gestures employed in Buddhist Tantra and Yoga. They also relate directly to dancing.

Madya: Ceremonial intoxicants such as Bhang (cannabis) or Soma wine consumed as adjuncts to Tantric practice.




Midnight Kensho & Makyo TV


Some Mudra  to go with your Madya?
From here we bend past dead ends———
The Sphinx hast run out of riddles
Whilst we follow hollow trends

Sublunar prophets of carnal salvation
May this mammal surpass Mythos
A reptilian agenda is fulfilled when
An Ouroboros stretches throughout our Nous.

Seek thee out that Tithy Tove
Misspelled by Jabberwocky rules.
Iconic Cheshire grin bespoke:
Trust tricksters, not wry fools!

There is no subtle substitute
For physical movement at present
So tune into inaudible music
And flip on your light fluorescent

The dead of night comes to enliven
A lurid lapse amid introspection
As patterns dissolve blissfully
Alike silver screen projection



Afterthought: A Sigil is syllogistic on purpose in pretension; prying third-eye open via syllabic implication...

Mythos (Mythic May Vol. 1)




Mythic May: Every Friday this month will feature a tributary piece to Mythos, Mother of Religion and eternal wellspring of sacred imagery.



Mythos

 
Like Shadrach in the sacrificial furnace
He strides through all flame as a phantom
Exalted by the hamadryad chorus
With a heartbeat that cowers lofty Titans
When stirred to a passionate frenzy
He claws at the roots of Ygdrasil

His twin sister mimics these motions
Her gilded arms undulate on the wind
Extolled through the song of Hesperides
With laughter becalms their green dragon
When pushed to the other extreme
She calls for the maids of Valhalla

He lives in the sword of a king
                                               
She sleeps in the depths of a lake

He dies at the end of one world
                                               
And into a new one she wakes.


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